I count down the hours with each of my tears,
It's been days since I've felt a dry cheek-
And I'm trying to remember what one feels like.
It's not a pity party that I'm throwing -
I've sent out no invitations
And I've reached out for no one's hand.
But I'm leaving this place all too soon,
Everything that has comforted me is gone.
The stable ground I've worked so hard to create,
There is not one thing I can do to stop it,
Except for give up.
The hardest part is remembering to breathe,
With each exhale must come a new breath.
But my chest feels overused and empty,
Every pore has beed bled dry.
I can't even sleep through the night-
My stomach is all twisted in knots.
It feels like everything has been ripped apart,
Every solid movement -
Is now just a simple broken routine.